"Of course, Mr. Nuoy," Captain Martin answered.
If he resented Nuoy's words or actions, no trace of it showed on his face.
In the dark storeroom a voice hissed, "Who is it?"
"Adam!" Craig gasped. "It's us, Craig and Mary."
"Oh!" Craig heard Adam March breathe a sigh of relief. "It's a darned good thing you spoke up. I almost let you have it."
"How—how did you get into the ship?"
"Through one of the discharge locks. I was coming along the passage when I spotted you two coming. I didn't quite recognize you. What—what was them danged things floating through the air behind you?"
Craig explained about the Sorodromes.
"I knew it was something like that, or worse, though I don't know what the hell could be any worse! What are we going to do, Craig?"
"What can we do?" Craig answered, desperation in his voice. "We've got a military force here that is supposed to take care of creatures like these—"